GET AT YOU (feat. ocbdooda)

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I said, mama, I'm where I went to sleep at night and I ain't had no help and I ain't
never need no friends
I can never make amends with you
Keep talking your shit cause we go get it

You playing a stick
And why these niggas always talking
We the ones who do the stalking
I don't want to go to the party, mom

I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party

I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party

I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party

I might shoot the party
I might shoot the party
Niggas, they go, hey, let them hate
They ain't rich as us

Supposed to be my dollar for my face
That ain't real
Only killer by for pill
Keep your mind right in the still

So my dog is in the cell
You're going to make it out of there
It's not a nigga that I feel
Make a diss, you disappear

So you hit me in your ear
Trying to tell you that's the real
Cold stuff killer's what you mean
He out his mind, he off beat

He had basketball dream
I was put on for the team
When I loaded off the lane
Every nigga make mistakes

Cause we all human beings
I said, my, they don't understand
Went to sleep a knife in hand
They go try and take me out

Oh, you know, I got a plan
I'm just trying to get my money right
Running up my bands
I did the cards

You showed your hand
Then I know how I'm laying
On my soul, boy, I ain't playing
They go feel it

Watch me kill it
She know I'm the realest
I'm the illest
I'm a make her feel it

Do the kill it
I'm a make her feel it
I'm a make her feel it
I'm a make her feel it

I'm the realest
I'm the illest
I'm a make her feel it
Do the kill it

I said, do the kill it
I said, mama, I'm worried
I went to sleep a knife in hand
I don't got no help in hand

I ain't never have a friend
Keep on talking
We go get at you
And I tell your shit cause we go shoot at you

We go get them too
Why these niggas always yapping
We the ones who get the clapping
Why you in your house

You napping
Do the cutting
Do the ad-libbing
Feel just like Ray Allen

I'm glad he came and checked me
Now this Glock that came and hand it
Now this Glock that came and hand it
They say, Ken, you know you tripping

Go fight just like a man
But I got this fucking crystal
Who the f*ck you think I am
You make my move and I'm a bam

She like, what's your name
I told her, baby, my name Ken
Maybe later you can come over
I'm a beat it down

I'm a beat it down
I ain't playing around
Got a hundred rounds
Do you hear that sound

That's some fucking clowns
That's some fucking clowns
I'm a beat it down
I'm a beat it down

I'm a beat it down
I'm a beat it down
I'm a beat it down
I'm a beat it down

I'm a beat it down
I'm a beat it down
I aint playing around
Got a hundred rounds

Do you hear that sound
That's some fucking clowns
That's my Norfolk
Knock em all down

Southport shit, what you want me to play

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